Dumbledore: It's a Pensieve –– a useful thing to have if, like me, you find your mind a wee bit cluttered.
The first and second years lean forward slightly in their seats.
Dumbledore sets his wand to his temple and extracts a glistening thread, deposits into the Pensieve.
Athena: [Slightly shocked] You mean, that stuffs your thoughts? That's...wow [looking away] Sir, Mr. Crouch's son ––
"Always straight to the point aren't you love?" Fred smiles fondly at Athena, who of which just shrugs and smiles back.
Dumbledore: Had a talent for tragedy. Much like his father. You see, both felt fundamentally that they possessed the answers for the ills of this world. So they stopped asking questions. That is, I believe, a mistake we would all do well to avoid.
Barty jr shrinks in his seat.
Athena: I suppose Mr. Karkaroff's testimony got him released...
Dumbledore: I suppose you're right. Does he trouble you, Athena? Karkaroff
Athena: Even if I say yes, nothing will be done
Dumbledore: He's a troubling man
Athena: [Muttering under her breath] More then fucking troubling
"Athena!" Lily tried to scold her future daughter but fails and ends up giggling causing a train reaction of laughter.
Dumbledore smiles slightly, having heard what she said.
Athena: Why do you want to cancel the Triwizard Tournament, sir? Why didn't you do it earlier?
Dumbledore studies Athena, as if debating something, then:
Dumbledore: You're in danger, Athena.
"When is she not" Remus sighs.
Dumbledore: And, for the first time, I'm not sure where it's coming from. Initially, I thought it was best to let things play out. But with Mr, Crouch's death...[a beat] your scar is hurting, isn't it? That's why you've come to see me. And the dreams, they've returned [off Athena's surprise] You are not Sirius' only correspondent.
Athena: They've returned?
Dumbledore nods, considers the swirling Pensieve.
Dumbledore: It may be, Athena, that these are not really dreams at all. The scar on your forehead is, after all, no ordinary mark. You and Voldemort are connected. By a curse that failed.
Athena: Well...thats fucking disturbing. I don't want to be connected to someone who doesn't know what b o smells like! I mean what I absolutely stink and Mr No nose over here is allowing me to walk around smelling of shit!
"Athenaa" wailed Theo, clutching his stomach. The whole hall was crying of laughter. "IM NOT WRONG!" Athena threw her arms up.
Dumbledore: [Chuckling] Oh Athena
Athena: But on a more Sirius note... you mean, what I see is actually happening?
Dumbledore pauses, wrinkled eyes peering into the bowl. Slowly he extracts a thread, pitches it in.
Dumbledore: I think we've talked enough for the time being, Athena
Athena: But I need to know! What is it I'm seeing when I dream? Is it Voldemort? And who put my name in the stupid Cup? And why? And if you can't protect me, who can?
Everyone looks sadly at the frightened girl on screen.
Dumbledore says nothing for a moment, face swirling in the reflected light of the Pensieve, then turns.
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Athena Potter 🎞
FanfictionIn which the marauders generation watch Athena Potters life and see the dangers of which awaits them. Where friends becomes enemies and enemies become allies. What happens when they realise they've been lied too? Will they be able to prevent the dan...
